In Which We Get Another Bonkey…
Friends, the bonkeys now abound at the farm! We had wondered for months (and months and months…) whether or not Rayna, the second female donkey on the farm, was expecting a baby donkey - a bonkey. We knew Rayna had been “exposed” (ahem…) before she joined the farm, but we’re not donkey people. We’re not horse people. We really had no idea. When the vet visited to check on some expectant cows, my family asked but was told that the vet didn’t really have any experience and we needed an equine vet. (I mean, I kinda think you can just take the ultrasound wand and figure out if there’s a skull in there or not - but hey, I have a degree in public relations. I have no idea.)
And then - bam. We had a bonkey. Please meet Charley…
Charley is fluffy and exceedingly scritchable, and confirms my suspicion that bonkeys are born with full-size ears that they eventually grow into. He is still in a bit of isolation from his donkey family (Gwen and José) but he is slowly making friends with other members of his farm family.
I can only imagine the cow’s inner monologue here - wondering what the heck this new thing is. But not much phases the cows on our farm these days. They’ve pretty much seen it all on the farm at this point. But I still like imagining what she’s thinking about Charley at this point.
And Charley isn’t the only new resident on the farm. It’s kidding season for all the goats that my nieces raise and show, and I would like to introduce you to possibly the cutest little girl goat that you have EVER seen.
This brand new baby girl is absolutely freakin’ adorable. I’ve never seen a goat with black markings like this, which is so stinkin’ cute. You can see her mama is a black and white dappled goat, so it makes sense that she’d have this coloring, but it’s still unexpected. Her mama Linda (which always makes me want to say, as I did when Mama Linda was born, “Leeenda! Leenda listen!” like the cupcake meme kid from a couple years ago) came into the world under really tough circumstances and lost her mama during the birthing. So Linda and her sibling lived in my brother and sister-in-law’s garage for several months and were bottle fed. My sister-in-law is far better than the Mother of Dragons - she’s a Mother of Goats. And OH MAH GAH - she raises really, really cute baby goats.
